Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.